Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend,
for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree.
I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost unbearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.
Good to be Home 
All the photos were amazing. Thank you.
You’re welcome. Glad you enjoyed the post.
This is BEAUTIFUL! Love it. 🙂
Stunning photos. Especially loved the fourth from last (although the one of just Sarah Joy is gorgeous too).
Beautiful pictures and poem! I love the way Billy Cat follows you on your walks. 🙂 That is a cat to love.